Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.